This is just something I wrote on a whim. It is in President Snow's POV, and if I get enough reviews, I'll write more poems from other POVs. Enjoy!
This is their punishment.
This is their duty;
This is their payment.
These poor children!
How glorious it is, to see them die!
To see their families suffer for them!
To watch the districts fight!
Rather than being united,
They are more divided than they have ever been.
Yes.
The Hunger Games are a marvelous creation.
Like the Olympics of old, but
The sport is survival,
And the cost of losing
Is death.
How brilliant!
How successful!
How utterly absorbing!
See how they fight,
How they suffer,
How they die;
How wonderful it is
To see the Districts thus punished.
They owe this blood.
They owe this pain.
They owe these lives.
The Hunger Games.
The scourge of the Districts,
The joy of the Capitol.
The pain of the Districts,
The pride of the government.
The Hunger Games.
So perfect in every way.
The Hunger Games.
It brings tears to my eyes.
Knowing that the Districts pay
In their children's blood.
That my Capitol is gaining
So much more than revenge.
The Hunger Games.
My joy, my respite,
My pride.
